1995apr18. Post Office Visits I Have Known (addendum).
Random Day, 1990: Arrive at Post Office, pick up X mail. Minutes later, mail bomb goes off.
Random Day, 1991: Arrive at Post Office, pick up X mail. After a ten-minute drive to work, I find my co-workers glued to the radio; an ex-postal employee just shot up the place. But I was just there and ... ewwww ...
April 15th, 1994: Arrive at Post Office, pick up X mail. Am accosted by person of unknown gender, dressed in (what appeared to be) a large eagle costume, passing out pads of paper and pens. The side of the pen reads:
UNITED STATES POSTAL SERVICEApril 17th, 1995: As staff Macro historian Neal M and I walk up, we notice a now-familiar tv news truck parked outside. Momentarily forgetting the days proximity to our nations fine tax deadline, I run through a quick mental checklist: terrorists? ebola virus? comet? Lot of people with suits on, cant be any type of unexpected tragedy. Pick up the mail (a ton of bills), and Im stopped as I exit by someone from Edys Ice Cream Inc.: Want some free ice cream? Hell yes! Neal already had picked up his share, and we had a fine ice cream eating time while watching a WHAT-TV greenhorn making the annual tax day puff piece broadcast. Someone from Edys slipped him a bar just before he went on the air, in a brilliant piece of product placement. Could you think of a more worthwhile job? I mean the ice cream people, not the reporter. Imagine, giving away ice cream, for free! Whos going to argue with that, except those wussy lactose-intolerant gimps? This gets me thinking that this free ice cream gig is going to line me up with random babes, so I confront the elderly lady holding the big free ice cream bag:
Old Town District
Service is our last name.
Can I give out some ice cream?And RIGHT THEN, of course, she gives a bar to what was to be MY future WIFE in that PARALLEL DIMENSION in which MRS. FRUMPY didnt have such an ATTITUDE!!! But I got free ice cream. Of course, as were leaving, somebody dressed up as an eagle gives me a flyer announcing a food drive. Im having a problem with this eagle thing, I really dont understand the motivation behind it. I think its my reluctance to relate the concepts of taxation and freedom, but dont worry, I'll get over it. There was some sort of demonstration there, according to people I talked with later, but all I saw was a car plastered with placards that had the words tax and Levin jammed into various forgettable sentences. I rate the effectiveness of this demonstration to be 0%.
No. Only people associated with Edys ... my son works there.
Just three bars.
1995apr18. Much happiness. We just stopped into a local Japanese supermarket and pointed at things, mostly slogans written on sushi lunch boxes:
Selfish lady – for the original lunch sceneThey also had free calendars, sponsored by OB Beer. The picture for January/ February features a snow-covered mountain montage, with a woman in the foreground holding a can of OB ICE, a woman off to the side leaning on a snowmobile holding a semi-automatic rifle; in the background theres a helicopter with a gunman hanging out of it. Beer! Guns! Armed babes! Daring he-man! Air travel! If they had ads of THIS caliber in the USA, Id be stinkin drunk every day.
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